Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, love and admire it very much!
A/N: This was inspired by a Hetalia (specifically Prussia) MEP. After sobbing for a while, I thought, "hey why not share it to the world?" and proceed to write this. Thank you for reading! Ps, I will most likely go back and edit this, just a warning.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song,
Uh oh, Uh oh
The day of Prussia's funeral came peacefully, very far in contrast to Gilbert himself. France had shown up carrying satin, claiming his friend must be sent off in beauty and love. England had marched in with his prided roses, claiming the former nation and drinking buddy must go off in beauty, yes, but also elegance. Veneziano, remembering the attention and kind, brotherly peaceful side of Prussia, said he would row a parade of gondolas to send him off. Japan thinking of Prussia's passion and energy, but kind aura, suggested sending him off at dawn. Spain, smiling gently at Prussia's "Mein Gott" and like of passionate songs, decided to sing his famous love songs.
The sharp knife of a short life
Oh well, I've had just enough time
"Oh well, I've had just enough time…"
His last thoughts.
Enough time to watch Germany grow. To watch his friends mature. To watch the people he loved, love.
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
As green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
Lithuania, Poland, even Hungary, all victims of the Teutonic knights "wrath", came and placed a small white square of cloth; a former piece of the Teutonic knights uniform. The ring was a courtesy of England's fairies and gilbird. Russia, Austria, and Hungary stood together remembering the times they had bothered or been bothered by Prussia.
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them,
The sharp knife of a short life oh
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys
And I'll wear my pearls
"Ve~, come on everybody!"
Silently and calmly, the nation's file into different boats and gondolas, ready to follow North Italy's lead. With the steady strum and melody of Spain's soothing love song, they drifted down the river all at peace.
They finally reached the end of the river. South Italy let loose a cage of doves, as North Italy stepped off the boat and onto the one behind the one he was rowing which contained Prussia. England grabbed an armful of petals and let them drift. The nations surrounded Prussia's gondola to give it one last touch. Last but not least, they all helped spread the Prussian flag on him, and scattering blue cornflowers. They were ready now to give the final push to send him off…